Her head falls back slightly, sending her floral scent swarming around me, and there’s a pant in her voice. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
I swipe her hair to the side, exposing her smooth flesh, and then whisper in her ear. “I’m your boss, baby. You’ll do as I say.”
I press my lips against the soft skin under her ear before I playfully nip it, needing desperately for her to give in to me.
The tension in her body loosens as she leans into me. “Damn you. We can’t . . . You said—”
I grin, knowing that she’s about to fold. She’s flustered and I’m about to work that to my advantage and not give her a chance to pull herself together and refuse me.
“Fuck what I said before.” I can no longer resist the urge to taste her. My tongue darts out and I trail a line down from below her ear down to her shoulder. “I need to fuck you. I can’t get the thought of how good your pussy felt wrapped around my cock out of my head.”
I knead her tit through her blouse, and she whimpers. “I hate what you do to me.”
“No, you don’t.” I spin her around to face me and then cage her against the wall with my body. “You love it. You crave this just as much as I do, but you won’t allow yourself to admit it.”
Her breathing picks up speed and her chest heaves. “No.”
“No?” I raise an eyebrow as I lean in and lick her top lip, causing her to shudder. “If you really meant that, then you wouldn’t react so much when I touch you.”
“You’re such an egotistical asshole,” she murmurs, but I can tell it’s just her defense mechanism in full effect trying to fucking fight me tooth and nail.
“Come on, Margo.” I reach down, grabbing behind her right knee, and hitch it around my hip. “I’m damn good at everything I do. Besides, being cocky is part of my charm. You know I’m the best lay you’ve ever had.”
My heart thunders in my chest. She fits against me perfectly. I slide my hands down her back and rest them on her hips, where they rest so comfortably it’s like they were made for my hands to hold on to. I have to have her again—experience the feeling of euphoria one more time.
My cock is rock hard in my shorts and it’s driving me out of my mind knowing that only two thin pieces of fabric are holding me back from fucking Margo’s brains out right here against this door. I grind myself against her and her mouth drops open.
I reach between us and stroke her clit through the silk panties she’s wearing. “Mmm. So wet. This makes my mouth fucking water.”
“What are you doing to me?” She moans. “I’m usually in control.”
“That’s what makes this exciting—letting go. No matter how much you try to fight it, you want me inside you just as much as I want to be there. Look at how your body reacts.” I apply more pressure as I continue my slow teasing circles that won’t bring her anywhere near climax. Her head falls back and bumps against the door as her fingers grip my biceps so tight I’m sure her nails will leave imprints.
“Alexander . . .” There’s a plea in her voice. “We shouldn’t. This is wrong.”
I lean in so close that I can feel the warmth of her breath on my face. “Nothing about pleasure is wrong, Margo. I know that you hate me, but say yes to this. I need to have you at least one more time and then, I swear, I’ll never ask again.”
She bites her bottom lip as she debates my request while I continue to work my thumb against her. She won’t be able to say no to this—say no to me.
Margo moans and then licks her lips. “This changes nothing between us. We are still enemies, and I plan to find a way to get my father’s company back from you.”
A grin spreads across my face as I realize that I’ve won. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t try.”
My eyes drift down to her pouty lips and then back up to refocus on her gaze. There’s hesitation in her eyes mixed with a hint of lust.
My fingertips find their way to her face, where they trace the smooth skin along her jaw. My cock throbs in anticipation. This woman seems to have that effect on me. “Margo—”
“Just shut up and kiss me before I change my mind,” she whispers.
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I crush my lips into hers and my hands frantically begin to unzip her dress.
We shouldn’t be doing this. We both know it. This . . . it’s not good for business, but I just can’t seem to fucking help myself. I’ve never wanted a woman so much that I was willing to throw all the fucking rules out the window just to have her. It’s like none of it matters—everything I’ve worked for—when I’m around her. She drives me out of my mind with that smart mouth of hers—the way she stands up to me and tells me exactly what’s on her mind. She’s upfront—that’s a trait to be admired because it’s rarely seen anymore.